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3. Leading edge 3

It was already past midnight, and I lay on my side to the wall. My whole body was drained from strength, but why can't I sleep?

Yanran hugged me from behind me very sweetly, as if she was holding her favorite cotton pillow, and she also used her arms to draw circles leisurely on my arms, but I felt that what she was drawing was not circles, but like deformed pig heads.

Husband, I know that you feel angry, but you have to understand that we are for your own good.

Who is Prime Minister Zhou? Three dynasties, it is as easy to pinch a minister to death as an ant. In his eyes, you are no different from a new ant! Think about it, people have been in charge of the government for so many years, and their disciples and officials are everywhere, and their connections have been built so that even the priests are afraid of it. If you are a new Jinshi, you either depend on him or go down to exercise. There is no third way to go. Going down to exercise will fulfill your intentions, but when will you climb to the Golden Palace? Will you spend your whole life?

My father was oppressed by that old man, and there was no one who could support him. He has been suppressed by civil servants for so many years. In the palace examination, you were a talented person. It happened that I was a marriage age again, so he betrothed me to you. This won three goals in one go, not only to save your path to the top, but also to support the civil servant system and I also have a home. It is naturally a top strategy. You have to understand his painstaking efforts!

...

This is not the first time Yanran said this, so I naturally know what she is going to say later, so I entered the left ear and came out of the right ear, and recorded a blank in my mind.

I admit that what she said is the truth, but I, a young talent, were just kept in the boudoir. Isn’t I afraid of losing my temper and not even being able to bear a door beam in the future?

Speaking of Caijun, Wenxiong has a pool of turtles in his mother's pond, and they are all called Caijun. According to him, his second place was stimulated by his mother's comfort.

Your tongue is calloused, I muttered. Just when a mosquito came into the green gauze tent, I patted it on my face, then twisted its arms and legs, and pulled it away bit by bit in the dim candlelight. At the same time, I slowly said, since I want to be an official, I naturally understand the officialdom. Did I read the books of sages in ancient and modern times in vain?

That's my willingness.

I said.

Her hand stopped, then sat up, climbed onto my shoulder, and turned my face in front of her, and said with great thought, a fairy, would you like to be with her? Not to mention that you are together is a matter of family harmony. Can you live with her for a long time, take care of her and comfort her? Can you? She can let go of everything with you for a long time without regrets, take care of you, and comfort you, can she? A hundred years later, you have become a pile of dead bones, but she is still a flower. How can you let her live the days when you can't see the head in the future? You like her, and he also likes you, but how many people can do it with the green lamp and dry bones?

People say that there are monsters, and there are monsters together. How many people have good results? I know that the cost you had before the exam was given to you, but you also saved her, took her out of the brothel, and cured her injuries for him. The grudges between you have been evened, so this evil fate has been resolved. She should consider it for you and for herself, leaving you!

But I don't want to end this fate.

I argue.

Moreover, how could this fate between us be a bad fate? Is the relationship between me and you Yanran a good fate? What is a good fate? Is the music and singing every night in the red gauze tent a good fate? Is it a good fate to bow down to the domineering and powerful people in the Golden Palace? Is it a good fate to push thousands of refugees into the fire pit for the sake of your own fullness? Is it a good fate to listen to your good words every day and recite the manuscripts you wrote in front of others without thinking and repeating them?

I am a man, not a beast, and I don’t need you, Zhao Yanran, to keep it in your arms like a pet!

I was yelling, and I could probably hear it in half of the yard.

But it doesn't matter. The servants have long been used to this kind of life, so no one will come in to send tea, and no one will ask the wife outside the window if you are okay. For them, if they ask, they will probably only ask the master, are you still awake?

At this moment, a blind man asked by the window outside, "Master, be careful of the candle!"

I was so angry that I yelled, "Get out!"

Yanran leaned halfway against the bed, tidied up her scattered black hair and tied it up with a ribbon. My venting was a fart to her, the difference was that sometimes the sound was louder, and sometimes the sound was smaller. Just like when I was louder at this moment, she would stay away and wait for me to finish my energy.

I used up all my strength and my feet became weak. I threw myself from the bed with half of the green gauze onto the ground. She just stretched out her hand in surprise and pretended to help her.

I stood up, walked to the table and poured the tea that I had not finished drinking into my mouth, suppressed my anger, and then sat down on the spring stool.

Have you been looking for such a suitable person to crash into the net you woven?

I asked.

Yanran did not answer, but got out of bed, found a coat and walked to me, put it on, then grabbed my hand and said softly, it was not that you bumped into it, but that we chose you!

Choose? I sneer. So that's it. I don't even have the right to hit it on my own initiative.

Her words were very accurate, seven generations of military officers, domineering!

Unfortunately, by her generation, his father was the only daughter, and his domineering aura was probably lost. I think.

Tell me, where are you hiding Tianyao?

I couldn't help but ask this question again.

Yanran rarely did not get furious, but gently stroked my face and pulled it in front of her, asking, "After three years, can you still not let her go?" Even if the words I said just now did not enter your heart, do you still want to see her?"

I clenched my fist and almost couldn't control my fist and hit her in the face.

I asked back, you have said this countless times, like a crow. If I didn't want to see her, how could I ask over and over again? Do you think I am an idiot or you are deaf?

At this time, the candlesticks on the round table burned out, and only the candlesticks on the desk were on. When the light dimmed, her face suddenly turned black, and she really looked like a crow. I couldn't help laughing.

But she seemed to have nothing happened. She got up, walked to the Bogu shelf, picked up a delicate box made of square peach wood, opened it carefully, took out a thing that looked like a bottle, and placed it in front of me.

Don't you want to see her? Open it.

I was as if I was hit by five thunder.

You! What did you do to her?

I screamed, and then took advantage of her surprise and magically pinched her hair. I never achieved anything at this speed.

But she didn't struggle, pointed at the bottle with her face sideways, and continued, "Open, don't you want to see her?" She is inside the bottle. This bottle is called the mutton fat jade bottle, which is the treasure of Dao Ren Zhen in Yangmingshan. I have opened the seal. Just shake the bottle and it will open it, and she will float out of the bottle to meet you. Open it.

After saying that, I didn't see how she moved. I touched her head and the hair I grabbed was broken. My hands could no longer control her head. She had martial arts skills, so I naturally hurt her when she didn't care about her hair.

And I was at a loss and let those hairs fall from my fingertips to the ground.
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